When you go to see a movie by manic Japanese goremeister Takashi Miike, you expect to enjoy generous helpings of comically creative violence and acts of unspeakable sexual depravity presented at a rapid-fire pace. Imagine riding the Tilt-a-Whirl while someone throws buckets of blood at you. It's usually like that.

Gozu has its share of violence and depravity, but Miike fans accustomed to the outrageousness of films like Ichi the Killer will be amazed and disappointed by the slow pace and pregnant pauses of his latest effort.

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